My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 113

Patrick had been very busy since they came back from Seattle.

As for what he was busy with, she wanted to ask, but he was not willing to tell her.

Old Master Mr. Hopkins was still in Seattle. And Christina was living a comfortable life, but a little worried about Patrick.

"How's his injury?"

On the weekend, the doctor came home to reexamine for Patrick.

Mr. Hopkins's wound with the stitches on his forehead has healed, and there won't be any inflammation even if he washed it. The wound on his right shoulder blade has recovered well, but be careful not to pick up heavy things in two months. And he can eat more calcium-rich food, bone collagen. Try not to eat too much seafood."

Christina sat by the side, listening carefully to the doctor's advice and remembering silently.

"Satisfied?"

Patrick glanced at the woman beside him.

As he spoke, he glanced at the large clock in the living room and stood up from the sofa, as if he was in a hurry to do something.

"Patrick, the doctor told you not to stay up late!"

She did not dare to stop him, but felt a little annoyed and called out to his back in a hurry.

She really didn't know what he was doing. There were times when he had been up all night. The day before yesterday, she couldn't help but call Charles directly to check on him, but Charles just said, "Don't make things worse."

He despised her for not being smart in all aspects.

"Nanny Faang, I want to learn how to cook. Can you teach me?"

Hopkins Family's residence was very large, with a garden in the courtyard and corridors, and a lot of empty rooms. Normally, Christina rested at home, and had the chat with Old Master Mr. Hopkins. Now that he was not at home, the place looked deserted.

Nanny Faang had refused, but Christina refused to leave the kitchen and. The maids looked at each other helplessly, so they had to let her wash the vegetables, but forbade her to use the kitchen knife.

Christina was very self-aware. "I'll learn how to make soup."

"By the way, how do I make that sea cucumber soup? Just throw all the ingredients in the stewpot and boil it? I want to make this soup today."

Nanny Faang looked a little embarrassed, but didn't wreck her enthusiasm. She said gently, "Young Madam, that's a bit difficult. Let's start with soaking the sea cucumbers."

"Okay."

She had plenty of time, and she had other things to learn...

"Patrick, do you want to wear this suit today?"

In the early morning of midsummer, the sun rose early. It was about five o'clock and the day was breaking. Patrick got used to get up early.

But to his surprise, when he came out of the bathroom, he saw Christina get up too. She came out of the cloakroom with a new suit.

"What do you think of this navy blue? Yesterday, the store manager said it was the latest style. By the way, you don't have to worry about the size. This is bought in your favourite store."

She lifted her toes, looked at the new suit, and began to smile. "What do you think? Do you want to wear it today?"

Patrick didn't pay much attention on the suit. Instead, he noticed that she seemed very lively and happy today.

"You went out to buy this for me?"

He asked casually.

Christina was about to tell him she went shopping with Nanny Faang yesterday, but the phone on the nightstand suddenly rang. It was a little noisy on this quiet morning.

The smile on her face gradually faded and she pursed her lips as she watched him quickly walk to the bed and pick up the call.

She couldn't understand what he was talking about, something like projects and bids.

"I'll wear this."

Finally, he hung up the phone and turned to look at her.

Because his right arm was hurt, he woke up early in the morning, and he didn't wake her up. Recently, he had to spend a longer time on dressing. "I'll help you!" Christina seemed very glad to help.

"You look great in this color." She raised a smile and looked at him happily.

"I'm having dinner with Charles and the others tonight. Don't wait for me."

However, in contrast to her excitement, he seemed a little indifferent. After finishing his words, he walked out quickly.

She wanted to have more chat with him, but she didn't dare to stop him when he was in a hurry. When he went back to the bedroom recently, she was already asleep, and they barely talked.

However, she was not pretentious. Anyway, he didn't like being pestered. She just wanted to do something for him to keep herself busy.

After nearly two weeks of practice in the kitchen, she realized she was really not good at cooking.

For she made no improvement in cooking.

Patrick didn't come back for dinner, but he would try to be back before 11 pm and then stay in the study.

"Are you hungry?"

After a few knocks on the door of the study, Christina opened the door without permission and looked inside.

Lights were blazing in the study. At this moment, Patrick was sitting in front of the desk, typing on the keyboard with both hands. When he heard the sound, he paused and looked at her with confusion.

"Patrick, do you want some soup?"

She came in with a cup of soup and placed it directly on the table.

"Let the servants do these things."

Patrick probably didn't have dinner. Seeing her come in with the soup, he stood up and walked towards her.

"You should drink more of this. It will help your scapula heal." She poured him half a bowl and stood beside him, her voice expectant.

He glanced at the authentic, fragrant soup on the table and looked at the woman beside him. He felt that she had been quite busy recently.

"Did you make—"

Perhaps guilty, before he could ask, she immediately raised her voice and urged, "Drink while it's hot. Nanny Faang's stewed for a long time."

As she spoke, she subconsciously put her hands behind her back, not wanting him to see the scratch on her finger.

She had thought of making a pot of soup and showing it off in front of him. Unfortunately, the taste of the soup she stewed was hard to swallow.

Fortunately, Nanny Faang made another soup for her.

She was a little discouraged. "Looks like I really didn't contribute."

"What?"

Patrick, who was drinking soup with a spoon, was thinking about something. He did not hear her words clearly, but felt that she was unhappy.

"Leave the cutlery here. Someone will clean it up tomorrow. Go back to your bedroom."

He didn't want to continue to the conversation, so he asked her to go straight to her room.

"Fine."

She caught a glimpse of the flashing screen of her laptop on the desk and didn't dare disturb his work. She then walked out quietly.

Closing the study door, she stopped outside.

She looked at the light from the crack in the study door with a complicated look. She was a little gloomy. "What time could he finish the work tonight?"

When she returned to the bedroom, she somehow grew angry. She climbed onto the bed and lifted the quilt with great force. She lay on her side, tightly wrapped in the quilt and buried her head in it.

Quiet and sleepless night.

"Everyone is so busy, I'm the only one who's free..." She was having trouble sleeping.

"I wanted to do something for him, but I really didn't seem to be helpful."